Free Cursed (The Brookehaven Vampires #4) by Joann I. Martin Sowles Page B

mine. “I’m sorry if it was weird to bring that up, I just want to be sure you know you can never get rid of me.”
    I smirked at him. “Oh, I know. That was the plan,” I said playfully.
    A sexy smirk appeared just before he gave me a quick kiss. “Plus, I was curious if talking about marriage would freak you out.”
    I smacked him lightly on the arm—my stomach getting a funny twist at the mention of marriage. “I did not freak out,” I protested. I couldn’t help laughing, maybe a little nervously.
    His eyes met mine again, a familiar hunger evident. My body instinctively got closer to his.
    “We’re talking about it now,” I said, laughter gone, my voice low. “I’m not panicking now, am I?”
    His eyes were on my lips when he shook his head ever so slowly.
    The mood shifted, my hormones raged, and I felt the pull I had toward him—it was the magnetic power that was now always there —growing stronger. I needed him. He felt it too.
    His lips, cool and soft, met mine. He eased me back, pressing me down in the sand with his body on top of mine. His hand slipped up my shirt and under my bra as he pressed his firm body against mine. He kissed across my jaw and up to my ear where he whispered he loved me. I was breathing too hard to respond. His lips trailed down my neck and back up again while his hand stayed busy under my shirt.
    I felt his cool breath on my neck and my pulse quickened at the thought of what was coming. I moaned loudly as his fangs sank into my vein.
    There was something so incredibly sexy about him feeding from me. I could not help what happened next. My fingers were suddenly fumbling with the button and the zipper of his jeans, but only for a moment before I got them undone and found what I was searching for. A moan mixed with a deep growl escaped him as I slipped my hands down the front of his boxer briefs. He was ready, as was I.
    “I need you,” I breathed near his ear.
    He didn’t respond, but while still taking long pulls from my neck, he began shrugging out of his sweatshirt. With my free hand I helped him.
    Removing his mouth from my vein, he laid his sweatshirt on the sand beside us. I couldn’t get him out of his jeans fast enough. He seemed to have the same feeling about me. He rolled off of me, sitting on his sweatshirt with his pants and underpants around his knees while he helped me out of my own. I felt the trickle of warm blood rolling down my neck as I escaped my shoes and bottoms, panties included.
    He pulled me down to him, a desperate need in his eyes as he gazed up at me. I lowered myself on his lap, straddling him. He was back at my neck in an ins tant, suckling and taking long pulls from me while sensual moans repeatedly escaped him.
    While he continued to feed, I guided him inside of me. We both shuddered as it happened. I took control as he fed from me. He held me to him, tightly, so he could feed while I slowly rocked my hips.
    I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “I love you so much,” I breathed against his ear.
    His tongue swept over the spot he was feeding from, and his lips quickly found mine. With his arms holding me tight, he pressed me against him as he kissed me, desperately, passionately.
    He gripped my hips while he rocked his against my own movements. He pushed into me, moving quicker, deeper. I knew the end was coming. My breathing grew more rapid, as did his. My vision wavered, my fingers dug into him. We rocked harder and faster. I pulled my lips from his and buried my face in the space between his neck and his shoulder. A muffled cry escaped me as my moment came. He kept going, his moment arriving soon after my own, and when it did, he bit into my shoulder —his fangs piercing through my layers of tops to reach my skin. He growled with pleasure all the while.
    He collapsed back in the sand, and I went with him, both of us trembling and panting.
    “That was far from safe,” he said, a somewhat wicked smirk forming as I looked down at